It was more than 3 p.m.

Sun Quan refreshed the author's background again, but there was still no trace of the short recommended position he was waiting for next week.

Under normal circumstances, after 2 o'clock, it is time to receive the recommendation for next week, but he has not received it so far today, which makes him a little worried.

Although he himself felt that with his performance in the last small recommendation position, his new book should have a good recommendation position next week, but now it is past 3 o'clock, and he has not received the news of the recommendation position next week, so he is inevitably a little worried.

- Did the editor forget me?

- Or is the data in my book rising too fast, so that the editor thinks that I have swiped the data, so he just doesn't give me a recommendation bit?

- Or is it just today's referral news, which is coming a little later?

Every scenario is possible.

This made him a little uneasy, and he was looking forward to topping the rookie book list next week and winning a weekly title, but if he ran naked next week and there were no recommended spots, this small goal would be difficult to achieve.

It's like flying a kite, no matter how well you tie the kite, if it doesn't have the wind, it's hard to get the kite flying high in the air.

And the recommendation of the website, as far as a book is concerned, is like the wind, a small wind can make a kite take off, a strong wind can make a kite fly higher and higher, but if there is no wind, then it is still a fart?

Because of this uneasiness in his heart, he decided to go to QQ to see if other people in the author group had received a short station for the recommended position.

It is still the author group of the third editorial group at the starting point.

When Sun Quan clicked on the group message chat box, he saw that the group was really much more lively than usual, and there were already many authors chatting.

......

Coffee: "Next week's station is short yet, I'm in a hurry, who of you has received the station short?"

Wrought iron: "I haven't received it either, alas! I guess I'm going to run naked again next week......"

Ash: "Just received a six-frequency text push, hehe." ”

Loulan: "I'll push the bookshelf next week!"

Oriental Spider: "I'm strong next week, hehe!"

Cigarette ash: "Strong, day, spider, you're about to take off! Next week's new book list is stable!"

Oriental Spider: "Hey, hey......"

Coffee: "Spider, you are now the second on the new book list, if you score strong next week, the champion will definitely be yours, congratulations!"

Sunshine: "Spider!

......

Browsing the chat content of these people in the group, Sun Quan's heart was a little blocked, and he subconsciously picked up the cigarette case and lit a cigarette, and the Oriental Spider was regarded by him as his biggest competitor next week.

However, now that the Oriental Spider has received the list of strong recommendations for next week, he Sun Quan has not yet received any recommended positions, and he took a puff of cigarette, and when the smoke came out of his mouth, the curling smoke was like the depression in his heart.

Did the editor really forget me?

Pursing his lips, he closed the group chat box, out of sight, he was in no mood to continue watching the chat content of these people.

Refresh the Author Background again.

I still haven't received the text message from the recommended position next week, which is worrying!

When everything is ready and only owes the east wind, the east wind is delayed, which is his current mood.

After smoking a cigarette, I want to continue to save the manuscript of the codeword, but because of the unhappiness, I have no state, and all kinds of messy thoughts in my mind flash, but I can't concentrate on thinking about the content of the codeword.

It's not a refresh of the author's background, again and again, but every time it's the same result, and there is no trace of a short station at all.

He realized that he must have run out of state code words before dinner today, so he simply turned off the computer, took cigarettes, lighters, mobile phones, wallets and other things, and went out.

He was going to go out for a walk.

Today it was cloudy outside, the temperature was not as high as the previous days, a little more comfortable, he rode his bicycle, like a stray dog, aimlessly riding on the road, looking at the scenery along the road, but also at the pedestrians he met along the way.

When I passed the gate of my alma mater, M University, I somehow rode my car into the school gate.

With September approaching, the campus is still quiet and few pedestrians.

But Sun Quan knew that it wouldn't be long before this campus would be lively again, and it would be full of vitality at that time, and he used to be a member of this place, but now that he has graduated, and then rides through this familiar campus, his feelings in his heart are very different from before.

I feel like I'm a passerby.

He doesn't belong here anymore.

As he rode past a row of dormitory buildings, Sun Quan suddenly heard a familiar voice calling out to him from under a big tree on the side of the road.

"Sun Quan! Sun Quan......"

Sun Quan subconsciously braked and turned back to follow the prestige.

Under the plane tree on the side of the road, there was a familiar figure standing, with a round face full of happy smiles.

"Teacher Qin?"

(覃 – pronounced: qin)

Sun Quan was a little surprised, Mr. Qin was his class counselor in college, equivalent to the class teacher in middle school.

Suddenly met his counselor here, he was pleasantly surprised, immediately got out of the car, pushed the bicycle and walked quickly to Teacher Qin, his face was full of smiles.

Very happy.

Teacher Qin's face was also full of joyful smiles, her smiling eyes looked Sun Quan up and down, and said happily: "I didn't expect to see you here today! When I met Kuang Longfei a few days ago, he told me that you didn't leave after graduation, so you rented a house near the school, saying that you are now writing novels, hehe, how is it?

Sun Quan smiled and nodded, "Well, yes! I'm writing a novel, and my grades are okay! Teacher, what about you? How are you doing? The new semester is about to start, and this time you're going to take the freshman class again, right?"

Teacher Qin clasped his hands to his chest, and the smile on his face did not diminish at all.

"Yes, this time the school asked me to take cooking class 1, by the way, what is the name of the novel you are writing now? I have time to take a look, and I will also vote for you, hehe!"

"Cooking Class 1?" Sun Quan was stunned, and then remembered what cooking class 1 meant.

Teacher Qin nodded: "Yes! Starting from this year, our school's culinary major has begun to have undergraduate classes, Class 1 is an undergraduate class, Class 2 is a junior college class, you can tell me the name of your new book! I have time to go and read it recently." ”

Speaking of the title of the new book, Sun Quan was a little embarrassed, but still said, "The name of the new book is "My Decathlon......"

......

Teacher Qin has a very good personality, and during the three years that Sun Quan was a counselor in their class, he never blushed, and he always smiled when he saw people.

Even if a classmate in the class got into trouble, when she was angry, it was just a helpless smile and a few rolls of eyes.

She is in her thirties and is not a beauty, but because of her good temper, she is deeply loved by Sun Quan and every classmate in her class.

In Teacher Qin's place, she and Sun Quan just haven't seen each other for a summer vacation.

But here in Sun Quan, he hadn't seen this Teacher Qin for more than ten years, so he was very happy to meet her here today.

From the heart.